tongue-tied...

i got so much to say... i got so much to ask... but somehow... the words seems to have lost their ways in my mazy brain... why can't the words (or me) find their way (courage) to force themselves out of my usually daring and crappy mouth... why don't they just come out and let her know how i really feel...

i also wanna know how she feels too... i wanna what she's thinking too... but i couldnt ask... and my usual sensitive and sometimes psyhic (fake one lah) mind to get a hold of what she's feeling... but even that amazing ability seems to be taking a day off due to labour day... mmm... or maybe could be the fact that i did not dare to look at her face... directly... we had little eye contact... it was as if that if our eyes come into contact... either one of our brains would explode... well... her face did not betray any of her emotions and feelings either... i dunno whether she's pleased or happy... that... is bad bad bad... failure... considering that we were together for so long... but really... i tink it's just that me senses taking a break lah... labour day lah...

we were in the train on our way home... suddenly feel a sense of deja vu...

flashback
about 3 years back... about the same time of the year... we went out for our first date... had wanton mee... then we took train home... we were at the same door, except that the other end of the train... we were about the same distance apart, the only time that we were kinda far apart... after we got together... we were practically always in each others arms... : ) thought about how we got together... bout the time we spent together

back to present
brought back so many memories... standing in the train smiling like an idiot... dunno whether she noticed or not... if she did then OOPS... wanted to tell her... what i was thinking... but still... the mazy brain seems to hard for the words...

well... in the end... some of the words found their way... they were the only one who won the war against mazy brainy... 'good', 'bye', 'take' and 'care'